I was about thirty feet away when it opened and a tall, well dressed and shaven man walked out towards me. As he passed I saw what looked to be a look...of approval on his face. This small sign of encouragement gave me the nerve I needed to open the door and walk in.I found myself in a small foyer, posters lined the walls, each with its own movie title and gay stud stars. To my right, a slightly obese man in his late thirties sat reading a news paper. He didn't even look up, he just said "8. She reached around and began unbuttoning the dress shirt Mo was wearing. In moments it was open, exposing Mo’s breasts as she had been instructed not to wear a bra. Jessica pulled the shirt off Mo, then pressed her back against the door, her breasts against the cool painted wood. A second later Jessica pulled down and off the skirt Mo was wearing, revealing a pair of black lace panties. Now clad only in her panties and high heels, Mo was led into the room, still blindfolded. Jessica took Mo’s. It felt like we did three of them a week, and we probably did. Butcher paper is in the back of the room. Posters are due in three days, Mr. Henderson said. I expect As out of all of you. Oh, and Mark, can I see you at lunch please. Fuck. I really did not want to spend my lunch time with him. It was a precious 45 minutes, and I could not think of a worse way to spend it. The bell rang, and we all filed out. I walked to my next class, math, which I was much better at. Math blew by, and so did my. Some kids raised their hands, and then came forward to where Brady and Pete were stood. There were five boys and three girls stood now next to Brady and Pete. Charles knew one of the three girls, from his Saturday reunion party.Brady took out some straws. They were going to be drawing stories. The person with the largest straw will be the first person to tell his or her story. Pete and the eight other kids took out the straw from Brady's hand."Looks like I am going to be telling my story.